I really can’t say I’d mind ending up in the supposedly boring village featured in the 2010 Doctor Who episode “Amy’s Choice”. Filmed in a village called Skenfrith in Wales, plenty of beautiful location shots sell the place marvellously, albeit under the fictional name of Upper Leadworth. Watching it again, I was reminded how much the show’s aesthetics were upgraded for the Eleventh Doctor era. The story, written by Men Behaving Badly creator Simon Nye, is a satisfying enough dream puzzle with an effective guest appearance from Toby Jones as the “Dream Lord”.

Director Catherine Morshead provides a series of lovely shots of surrounding countryside before the reveal of pregnant Amy (Karen Gillan) who’s suddenly the picture of traditional domesticity, stirring batter in a kitchen that looks like it came from a department store catalogue.

Sadly, she’s married to Rory (Arthur Darvill) whose ponytail is mocked by everyone. Though I would say it’s not the ponytail so much as that it’s clearly part of a mullet.

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He looks like a Saturday morning cartoon version of an 80s rock star. The Dream Lord taunts the three with the possibility that it’s really the Doctor (Matt Smith) Amy prefers. Looking back, I find my feelings at the time that she ought to have chosen the Doctor over Rory were spot on. Rory was occasionally cute but, come on, it’s the Doctor. Amy choosing to die for Rory may have been the first of the two expressing their love for each other by extreme, fatal means, I can’t remember. But that’s no way to build a relationship.

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She’d have been better off with the Doctor but I can’t share his disdain for Upper Leadworth. We should all be so lucky to settle down in that lovely little house with the flower beds and mossy stones. Even with the roving packs of elderly zombies with eye stalks in their mouths.

Not one of the show’s more effective monsters but I can see them being pretty unnerving for small children watching.

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